Novel & Cerita Sister Erotica Stories

The sun had barely crested the horizon when I stirred from the pile of exhausted bodies on the chapel floor. My muscles ached from the night's exertions, but my cock stirred at the memory of those four sinful sisters writhing under me, their pussies and mouths claiming every inch of my flesh. Sister Maria's full tits pressed against my chest, her breath warm on my neck. Elena's lithe form curled against my side, one hand idly tracing my thigh. Theresa and Lucia lay tangled at my feet, their asses still marked with faint red handprints from my grips.

And God, the feeling was becoming mutual. My sister had been right. I was a prick. But as I thought about the way Wendy's breath hitched when I whispered the word punish in her ear, I realized being a prick had its advantages. It made the air between us electric, charged with tension. The way she had looked at me with her pupils blown wide and her chest heaving against that sensible, high-necked blouse had done something to my internal wiring. I've bedded models, socialites, and cutthroat executives, but none of them had ever looked so utterly devourable as she did while clutching a dildo and sweating through her foundation.

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

I pressed open-mouthed kisses to the swell of her breasts, inhaling her scent of peaches and arousal. My hands slid over her hips, my thumbs stroking the soft skin there, revering every inch as if it were sacred. She arched slightly, whispering my name, and I moved lower, my lips grazing her stomach while she unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts. She pulled me up, her mouth found one nipple, sucking gently, rolling it between her lips until I whimpered, my fingers threading through her hair. Between breaths, as her hand cupped my other breast, kneading softly, she murmured against my skin, "Your sisters... do they know? About you, I mean... about who you like?", she asked.

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

Her hands, visible at the edges of the sheet, were curled into fists. She'd fought. She'd tried to live. And someone had held her under until she stopped. "That's her," Alexa said. Her voice didn't shake. That surprised her. "That's my sister." She reached out and touched Alice's hair. Still soft. Still dark. Still Alice. But her fingers froze halfway through the second stroke.

“Rub your clit while you ride me. I want to feel this pussy cream one more time before I fill it.” She reached down, rubbing her swollen clit frantically as she bounced. Her moans turned into high-pitched, broken cries. Her walls started fluttering wildly around my cock again. “I’m gonna cum. Ethan, please!” “Cum then, you pathetic slut,” I snarled, thrusting up hard to meet her bounces. “Milk my cock.” Elara screamed, her whole body convulsing as another violent orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, gushing wetly all over my lap. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

“I missed you so much, babe…” My entire body went rigid. That was Ethan’s voice. Lila’s pathetic excuse of a boyfriend. I turned slowly on the staircase, and the sight that greeted me made my blood boil instantly, hot and violent. There, in the middle of the living room, was my twin sister locked in a deep, passionate kiss with that idiot. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, her body pressed flush against his like she was trying to melt into him. Ethan’s hands were on her waist, pulling her even closer, his fingers digging into her sides possessively.

the one in her pussy taunted softly, his thrusts deepening. "My brother's in your virgin ass?" the one in her ass groaned, his pace increasing. "Or mine in your well-fucked cunt?" Lila couldn't form words; she could only moan and sob into the woods as they used her body with flawless, devastating coordination. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, a sensory barrage that short-circuited thought and left only feeling.